Darth Anon.
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- Joined
- Jan 1, 2011
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Nightstalker was slightly nervous yet excited at the same time as he walked through the passageways of the enclave. He wasn't sure if joining this shady order was the best choice he'd ever made. Granted, they seemed to...specialize in education and knowledge, which are two of the the things Nightstalker values most, but the anonymity of the place was daunting. The masks everyone wore sometimes made them appear like spectres, leering out of the shadows. All in all, Nightstalker was getting a little frightened. He hoped today would change that.
Finally reaching the door of the room he was told to go to, Nightstalker drew a deep breathe. This is it, he thought. He would finally begin his training. His nerves seemed to be taking over now, and he wouldn't be surprised if he had been drowning in his own sweat. But there was still some sense in him, and he composed himself. Taking another long breathe, he raised his hand and rapped on the door three times.
Finally reaching the door of the room he was told to go to, Nightstalker drew a deep breathe. This is it, he thought. He would finally begin his training. His nerves seemed to be taking over now, and he wouldn't be surprised if he had been drowning in his own sweat. But there was still some sense in him, and he composed himself. Taking another long breathe, he raised his hand and rapped on the door three times.